Lately

Wrapped in woollens bird on twig, body sore from exercise,you catch the 5.a.m. to Manchester; Virgin battle,peeling dreams of sea creatures.Each of us is whole, a rounded circuitryof life, spliced together by beginningsand endings.We breathe the same air, carry the same scars with differentstitches.. Over dinner you listen as you’ve been taught to do, Ifire terse stories in mild flirtation, only to amuse.Our kisses become less random, more attuned,our bodies once aghast, now aroused bymidnight couplingsThis is a grown up love born from the rattleof laughter, a moment of tenderness whereyou stroke my hand.This is a place I want to be, not some stray boypawing me, but with someone who understands throughand through, that love is like water.